Page 85 of Illicit Temptation

I’ve been feral for Shea all day. Burrowed inside her tight cunt, my dick aches for release. With her warmth around my length, I rub my finger around her tight hole. The way she lets me claim her in such a filthy way has my sight going hazy.

Someone respectable would wait until he gets his woman home. Only, my new apartment in Manhattan is too far away. Griffin gave me a luxury villa, one of the many Keller estates Griffin’s new lawyer is handing out like candy.

I’ll be rich, but Shea doesn’t need a rich man. She needs something no other man can give her. Unbelievable pleasure and control of her own life.

“Oh God,” she murmurs, keeping her voice down.

“I wouldn’t try to get the Almighty’s attention right now because then He’d see how filthy you are for me, princess.”

She lowers her head with white knuckles gripping the edge of the desk. Her throaty groans give way to a soft chirp of her voice.

“You okay, love?”

“Nowyou care if I’m okay?” she sasses me, but hikes her ass higher, begging for more.

More of my cock. But hey, I give my boss what she wants.

“Trace,” she moans my name. “You bastard.”

“I’m not a bastard. I’m your fucking husband. Remember that.” I grin.

She hates how much she loves fucking me. What I reduce her to. She’s tired of the pampering, and the special treatment, the adoration of her brothers.

I give her what she really needs.

Danger. Risk. And the illicit temptation of getting caught.

Which we never will, I plan these dirty hookups carefully. And I plan to take every fucking piece of this angel down with me if I have to.

My eyes stay glued to the side of her face resting on the desk with flushed cheeks, and tears in her eyes from holding back her orgasm the way I taught her.

Softening, I say, “Shea-Lynne, you’re doing so good. What a good girl you are letting me fuck you at your brother’s wedding.”

Goosebumps cover her arms in this modest gown with a high neckline and a slight V in the back. It fits her like a glove. Like her body fits my cock like a vise. Her mouth. Her cunt. Her ass. She’s perfect. It’s like she was built for me.

I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck, the depth of my cock inside her a casualty, but I can’t resist. My mouth needs to taste her.

She groans from my soft kisses.

“I can’t believe how you’re taking me so good,” I rasp against the shell of her ear. “Do you want anal when we get home?”

“God, yes,” spills from her lips so fucking easy.

A low chuckle breaks from my chest. “Dirty princess.”

“You made me this way.”

“Absolutely,” I whisper and stand up straight again, driving all the way in, reminding her of my staggering length.

She gasps at the fullness.

“You’re so fucking mine. Remember that, princess.”

“Careful, I might think you actually like me,” she spews.

“No, I don’t like you,” I say easily because I’m pretty sure I love her. “And just for being a brat, I’m going tofuck you like I hate you.”

I punish Shea with a hard thrust into her sopping-wet pussy, my balls slapping against her clit.

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